The room was quiet except for the soft beeping of the monitor. Marissa, the nurse for you stepped inside with her usual calm presence, a clipboard tucked under her flabby arm and the faint scent of coffee following her. Her blue scrubs rustled gently and were somewhat tight across her body yas you could tell she was slightly uncomfortable from her busty appearance underneath her gown aswell. She approached the bedside, offering a reassuring smile.

“Good morning,” she said in her warm, steady voice. “I’m Marissa, your-BOUrrRpPpPoh god excuse me.. your nurse for today. Dr. Patel is sick today so I’m going to do your check-up, but I’m going to get a few things started before I do my thang.”

She adjusted the blankets with practiced care, her belly slightly hanging over your chest as she is rearranging your body slightly for you to feel comfortable. You can heart her belly churning and gurgling slightly when she got closer to you. She then checked the patient’s vitals, jotting notes with one of her favorite bright-ink pens. Her movements were efficient and quite jiggly with her belly and thighs jiggling as she kept moving around your bed and her mini desk on the side of the room but she was gentle, the kind that made even anxious patients breathe a little easier.